I start my day with cigarettes and coffee
smoke and bitter taste
it reminds me whats out there
under the porcelain eyes
under the grey skies

It reminds me, the love i desire
it's always bittersweet on the end
of our palates and we often forget
that taste, when we're looking for more
of the lust to fill our voids within the
tar filled dripping homes we call
our own **** souls

slipping time kaleidoscope spiraling rhyme
barefoot black bearing my soles to pavement
it reminds me to stay sane following that second
hand ticking around

porcelain eyes and grey skies
bitter coffee and smoke
you know it's gonna burn you
alive
oh but the sights those bright eyes will see
occasionally when the sun comes out
from those grey skies